Otherwise known as the bow of a ship. This one was in a dry dock, about fifteen feet above my head.
It is my favourite boat in the boatyard. It’s always there; I think its restoration is a lifetime’s work. I don’t know whose lifetime though. Perhaps, one day, I will ask.
I am aware I don’t have much to say for myself lately. It’s a funny thing, but when I’ve an awful lot to say, I am likely to say the least. I really can’t explain it. It’s like trying to avoid the dam bursting by letting out a mean-spirited trickle of water.
Perhaps I should just let the damn thing burst.
I am fascinated by the walks up on the sea wall along by Paglesham Pool and Paglesham Creek. Today the battery died on the camera quite early on, much to my irritation. So you’ll have to take my word for it that there we saw an enormous broken up rainbow that hung around for what seemed like an age. It started in a thick, bright stub in Burnham-on-Crouch and finished way out east into the North Sea, but was entirely missing the overhead arc.
‘…You know the nearer your destination
The more you’re slip slidin’ away…’